Ending H

'Till Death Do We Part

His face did not waver as he spoke. Like he didn't just tell you something so objectively horrifying, so utterly despicable and disgusting. Your mouth was like cotton and black specks began to invade your vision. The ringing in your ears was nearly deafening but his words were still clear in your mind:

"It's rather simple: perform a marriage with my servant and I. Isn't it you that said there was safety in numbers?"

It wasn't what you meant and he knows this! But... What other choice did you have? You will die here, you just know it. There is no safety, there is no salvation.... The non choice before you made you ill but the thought of dying to something else here trumped the visceral revulsion you felt in the moment.

It... will be over soon, won't it...?

You hang your head as you begin to remove your armour. The dark priest seemed unbothered, perhaps even bored, as you undressed with trembling fingers and uneven breaths. His undead ghoul stood at his side, its glassy eyes staring not at you but somewhere to your left. It unnerved you greatly, even more when you watched it so shamelessly scratch at itself for the umpteenth time as its master leaned against a nearby wall.

"Only you are making this difficult." You grit your teeth at how amused he sounded.

"...shut up." It came out far more loud than you intended but the dark priest did nothing other than smirk as you removed your trousers. You hated how he leered at you, with his darken, deep set eyes that seemed to pierce straight through you... Somehow, he made you feel more vulnerable than you previously believed yourself to be. When your hands reached your shirt, you began to hesitate.

"Oh? Having second thoughts, are we?" His tone was of mock concern. Silver white locks pool over one of his shoulders as he cocks his head to the side. His ghoul mimics its master's movements. Your face is somehow both draining of colour yet also incredibly flush. You feel faint-

"N-No- I- I don't-" You ball your fists into your shirt. He sighs, feigning exasperation.

"Here, allow me-" You furrow your brows.

"W-Wha- W-WAIT-!"

Your voice catches in your throat as the ghoul grabs you by your collar. Panic was already setting in and you fight instead of taking flight.

"S-STOP-! I- I'M NOT-!" You didn't even know what you were trying to say. The strength of this undead creature was uncanny and supernatural. It threw you to the floor with ease, swiftly falling after you so that you hadn't the opportunity to rise to your feet.

A flowing black robe invaded your peripheral as the priest moved to get a better view of the scene before him. The ghoul straddled your hips and had you pinned down by the back of your neck. The cool, slightly moist floor of the dungeon had your skin crawling and your body involuntarily reeling from its touch.

"L-Liste- L-LISTEN! I'll- I'll do it! I'LL FUCKING DO IT! J-Just don't-!" The hairs on the back of your neck began to rise as a hardness began to press into the small of your back. The dark priest clicked his tongue and sighed softly.

"A little late for that, don't you think? I believe it easier this way... It is difficult to have second thoughts halfway through if you are no longer under the illusion of having control." Your blood ran cold.

"W-What...?" He didn't answer you. Perhaps he shrugged, as you heard him shift in place, but it mattered not the moment the ghoul began to clumsily feel around your behind.